I remember the day I got the confidence to start writing dialogue. I had a friend staying with me at my flat in Brisbane. He was a playwright, who’d actually had a play produced - which I thought was as impressive as leading a mission to Mars. One day he called me at work and asked if he could use my computer to start writing a new play. I said, “For sure!” I was excited. I thought I’d be tangentially involved in the making of something great. And when I returned home at 5pm, I expected to see him in the zone, bashing out his new opus. But the flat was empty. The only activity was the blinking cursor on my Acorn Archimedes.
HOW I LEARNED TO STOP WORRYING AND LOVE UNDERDONE DIALOGUE
Nice piece Adam. Not too shabby.
Ahh, poor backup support. Archimedes ' Achilles heel.
I snorted my coffee at "Acorn Archimedes"